Luyện nghe bài hát On My Grind

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I been on my grind, I done hustled for
I done hustled for days to go and get paid
And I done been on them blocks, I ran from no cops
And I done sold them but at the end of the day
I got to get paid.

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Well I'm a County carnivore
Get it I got a boy
what I hustled for, grind to the fucking core
Ever that I was born, street nigga I was sworn
Made fuck a whore, M.O. be the preacher boy
Either I'm the meet the heater millimeter toy
Love to go and meet a boy, bang nice to you boy
Yeah, you a dead comin' soon
Young I was born without that silver spoon
Pen and pad, Dad sniffing in the room
Messing up his innertubes, number one to move
One supply you never use, that's the code I'm to
is my institute, drug is my prostitute
And I call this my interlude, rappers they fools
Grinding I been in school
Eating without that fork or spoon, man sticking to it
Money man you should do it, chopper sticking to it
Thugging in my fluid

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And taught me always told me "Get your money youngin"
Just don't to nothing
Always seemed to for something
I took her word in vain and claimed to keep that paper
Them case a hundreds keep them cloudy days from sunny
But long nights a paranoia let them it from me
So I toss and turn, blow and burn till my eyes
That ferm pop a germ if any concerns
I got them lurking haters murder paint it perfect
That's work and let my killers do unrated versions
I'm a hustler, so 954
Black tee the neighborhood corner store
Thugged out, went when I was just a boy
I figured money was my only institution
Was never crazy, fuck you pay me, never was a
You ever play me, miss your lady, your baby bye
Was only sixteen pistols in my toolbox

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I got to get
I got to get